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Aug 2019
I'm looking into the eyes of institution. Behind the bars of my own minds constitution. Thoughts rushing and twirling around. Only locked away are the ones so profound. I have been in this incarcerated state. One to many days late. If only I could stop my brain to abstain these confining reflections. I struggle and fight and hold in contention. These freeing thoughts that don't escape me. They construct this framing. I've almost tasted freedom thus far, I can see it through these mind prison bars.
steve
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